you feel like home, and everywhere i’ve never been…

you feel like home,
and everywhere i’ve never been,
all at once

– butterflies rising

i don’t know why it is, but…
you feel like home,
and everywhere i’ve never been,
all at once.
it doesn’t make sense…
or maybe it does?
maybe love is the safest place you could ever be,
and every new and undiscovered place
you have yet to go,
all at the same time.
yeah…
i think that’s perfectly how it’s
supposed to feel.

– butterflies rising

they say they want a wild thing…
until it comes time to love one.

– butterflies rising

love like a wild rebellion

– butterflies rising

i just get
captured by his vocabulary…

and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words

there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does

it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.

– butterflies rising

…tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat

– butterflies rising

you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.